In which twenty-eight-year-old detective Kiba Inuzuka, crosses paths with a girl who turns his once orderly life into pure chaos. After finding out that she is his soulmate; it spells nothing but 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞.
Warnings: infidelity, mature language...
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song used for this chapter: dissolve me by alt-j.
FATHERHOOD was strenuous.
And Kiba was well aware of it; knew and felt its quirks all too well whilst sitting at the dining table at two in the morning one Thursday night, building a paper mache volcano for his daughter whose memory that the project was due tomorrow had somehow 'slipped'. Most parents would have whipped something up and went to bed.
Not Kiba, though. No, no. Having a sorry excuse for a father who had turned deadbeat in Kiba's teens, made him, in return, strive to be a good one for his own three kids. And that certainly was no easy task. Having two twin daughters and a son, called for Kiba to fuck up at times - as most new parents did. Still, he learned his mistakes along the way and even more importantly; fixed them. And just kept on pushing, and pushing, and pushing.
Every day provided a new challenge for him to conquer. And Kiba being the stubborn son of a bitch that he was, was more than happy to sink his teeth into every single one, no matter the failures he had made in the past. That was the biggest difference between him and his own father.
Kiba actually tried.
And he remained trying, no matter the fact that his kids would tire him out at times from how stubborn and impulsive they were; how absolutely brash they tended to be - every single one of them. The fiery Inuzuka blood to course through Kiba's veins had not brought only one menace upon this world, but three.
Still, Kiba loved his children. Utterly, devotedly loved. The trio of rascals were his little copies in almost every aspect. Have held tenacious grips on his very heart, ever since the day they were born. And how couldn't he love them; with their messy hair, eyes as warm as summer honey and those wide, sharp-toothed grins he sported himself. Whenever those smiles appeared, it meant nothing but trouble. Kiba had, of course, learned that the hard way.
His eldest daughter, Mei, had given him that exact grin hours ago. And that was how the fierce Inuzuka had wound up assembling the best paper mache volcano those big, clumsy hands of his could possibly manage in building.
As the clock struck half past two, Kiba remained pouring every last drop of his sweat, blood and tears into the monstrous thing. Had already made the decision in risking arriving to work late in the morning, only to be able to carry his creation to school for his daughter. Though to be completely frank, that choice was made not because of his insisting on being a good father, but because his little girl was a damn klutz; just like him. After all, judging from his current state, Kiba would probably lose it if she were to trip and break his masterpiece the next day.
At this point, he'd even press a gun to the teacher's head and put her to jail if she didn't give him - not his daughter, but him - an A.
He was lucky that Mei's twin sister, Emi, had enough of a rational mind to finish her own project days before. His second daughter was just a smidge more calm and collected than her older sister was; a trait she had most certainly picked up from her mother.
